“...we contemplated the stars beyond the Moon, big as pieces of fruit, made of light, ripened on the curved branches of the sky, and everything exceeded my most luminous hopes, and yet, and yet, it was, instead, exile. I thought… — Italo Calvino Copy Share Image
“uncharacteristic sorrow he showed one evening as he contemplated the stars and confessed, “I really thought we’d be out there by now. I really did. But we’ve become a complacent species without will.” — Brian Hodge Copy Share Image
